I'm comin' down, comin' down,

It took so long for me to come around,

They tell you, it smashes

Superstar tradesman

Stand at the bar

Get a trade son

You will go far

You have a house in the ferry

And a new guitar that's never been played before

And it never

I've had the same jeans on for four days now

I'm gonna go to a disco in the middle of the town

Everybody's dressing up

I'm dressing down

Life's one big circle

And it doesn't

I don't know what I have done,

But I'm sure I will in the next five seconds,

You see I have a telephone,

When people

Skag trendy thought he new just what to do,

He was only seventeen and he was out screwing the brew,

He thought that parents were too old and teachers told him what

Thinking of poems of poverty

Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority

Oh what a soft touch of a boy

He'd

You have a face for the radio,

But I know you'd like to see it in a show,

Claiming to be the next best everything,

Which way will you go?

You're

They told me if I write this song for them.

That they would cut my hair for free.

But that's not me no liberties.

They're in to all the coolest

There's a mile long queue at the chippy

I wish I was at my Gran's for tea

These people call me their friend, but they don't think the same as me

Are you fed up chasing

I met a girl at the Cambel town bar

You know the one that plays the guitar

'Yes' she said some things that you shouldn't